Perverts 'R' Us

Three Steps to Heaven

By Jon Brown ( M/F, cons, oral )

I was an unemployed bachelor maintaining a healthy interest in loose women, up until the hot summer of last year, when my career took three exciting turns for the better. I couldn't believe my luck on my 30th birthday, when I became chauffeur to Robert, a middle aged business man.

Originally I had started out as his gardener, tending the huge grounds around his mansion before he met with misfortune and tore crucial ligament tissue in his knee during a ski trip in the French Alps.

It was a spring morning in May when I first caught sight of Sophie, his secretary, an extremely attractive blonde, with long legs and ample breasts. She ignored me at first, as I struggled to reposition a statue of the water maiden with one hand clasped over the exposed breast, with one cold nipple jutting out between the thumb and forefinger of one hand, and the other finding purchase in the valley between her legs as I moved her into position from behind.

I noticed Sophie though, and the way her firm breasts swelled pleasingly beneath her white chemise, the way the cool breeze excited her nipples to points under the flimsy material. It was obvious she wore no bra. Her legs were long and naturally athletic as she strode like an Amazon from her silver Mercedes toward the mansion, her low, black heels clicking. A far cry from the dowdy cleaning lady in her rusty Fiat, the only other female I had seen visit here since beginning my employment.

Though it was Sophie's bum which delighted me most as I pressed my lazy lop into the statue's round behind and fantasized for a moment, imagining those two buck rabbits fighting beneath her short, black skirt might suddenly transform themselves from the cold stone beneath my manhood.

It was dinnertime that day, when Robert called me inside from his study window. Sophie opened the door and invited me in, slightly flushed and wearing the sexiest smile I'd ever seen. We introduced ourselves and she turned to point to Robert's study and it was then I noticed her chemise was two buttons undone.

When I left his office I was holding the spare keys to his GT Bentley Continental and smiling from ear to ear. In the hallway, Sophie was bending over a low table, her nose exploring the flowers in the vase as I drank in the rear view and wondered how fragrant her petals smelled.

Dressed in my black suit, I arrived fifteen minutes early the following morning, allowing myself time to work out the car's navigation system and familiarize myself with the controls. The route for Stratford loaded just as Sophie's long legs appeared from the front door. Dressed in a brown skirt and jacket with her hair up in a bun she looked quite dull and dutiful, obviously in keeping with Robert in his pinstripe business suit. The journey passed quickly and we soon arrived at Robert's office.

I opened the door for Robert, surprised to see Sophie remaining sat where she was. "Remember pick me up at six." Robert reminded me as he strode off with his briefcase.

"Where to now, Sophie?" I asked as I adjusted the rear mirror to make eye contact, pretending not to notice as she uncrossed her legs, leaving me with a clear view of her skin color stocking tops and the black thong stuck in the middle of her juicy crack.

"I fancy some lunch, Dave. How about you join me?"

Not believing my ears, I said nothing as I guided the car out of the exit. I was barely up the road toward a restaurant I'd spotted when she began to stroke her stockinged toes against the back of my neck.

"Are you feeling hungry?" she asked.

I knew the score now. She wanted it and fuck it, so did I.

"How about driving down that little road I saw back there." she suggested.

"Yes, me lady." I joked as I swung the Bentley round in the mouth of the restaurant and glided back toward the farm track. I soon found a suitable spot, my knob already aching, aroused by female scent inside the car

"I want some of that rough stuff, Dave." she ordered in her posh voice, smacking her bare arse and pulling her thong to one side. I stripped to my boxers in record time and she licked her lips at the sight of my huge tool. Her stockings were soon torn to shreds and her arse cheeks red from my handprints. Her gash was tight and wet as I rammed in my 10 inches over and over. Her arsehole was tighter still as I rode her bareback, gripping her firm tits and yanking at her hot nipples.

"Put it in my mouth!" she screamed as my head swelled. "You're gonna cum, I can feel it."

She blew me like I'd never been blown, her tongue probing inside my foreskin while she sucked and moaned, hungry for her meal. She choked when I came and my cock continued to spurt all over her sexy face.

"Mm…My compliments to the chef." she said as she cleaned up her face with a finger and tongue.

After I dropped her off at the office I spent the rest of the day high at the local bar, drinking cappuccino and reading FHM magazines. Later on, the journey back was quiet as if it never happened.

I was unprepared when Robert called me into his office the following morning. Sophie was sat by his side as we viewed our car antics playing on a cine screen.

"Didn't know I had a hidden mini cam in there, did you Dave?" I shook my head.

What could I say? We'd been set up.

"My friends in the porn industry will love this." he grinned.

"Cheer up, you were great, Dave." she was in on it too then.

"Massive."

"How does half a grand a day sound?" Robert offered me. "And you might consider insuring that tool of yours."

"You're on." money spoke dirty to me and I was destined to be a porn star.